They Thought 64 Percent Was Enough to Sell the Company Until an Unexpected Stakeholder Appeared

We can move forward today.”

He read the names like a guest list.

Tiffany. Twelve percent.

Dylan. Eight percent.

Brooke. Six percent.

Uncles. Cousins. Their hands went up in choreographed agreement.

Michael’s eyes finally arrived at the bottom of his page.

“Natalie,” he said, and the way he said my name held all the weight of an afterthought. “Four percent.continue reading …